The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Chapter 391 Donating Blood

The lead doctor didn’t waste a second; he rushed to the scrub area to disinfect his hands and quickly changed out of his blood-soaked clothes, knowing that even the smallest contamination could lead to infection.

Everyone who would be assisting him followed the same strict procedure. With Levi’s immune system weakened to the point of being no stronger than a human’s, any mistake could jeopardize his life. The lead doctor and his team could only proceed with utmost caution.

Even now, the others had yet to find the healer, but the medical staff had already identified Levi’s blood type and were urgently searching for suitable donors.

The moment Maxwell heard this, he was the first to volunteer, stepping into line to see if his blood could be used for Levi’s transfusion. One of the elite warriors standing guard outside the packhouse noticed Maxwell, still naked, bloodstained, and disheveled, and hurried to fetch him some clothes and a towel.

Maxwell quickly threw them on and wiped away what blood he could, though the dried stains clinging to his hair and skin refused to come off. There was no time to care about appearances; all that mattered now was helping Levi survive.

"Alpha Maxwell, you’re exhausted and haven’t slept all night. You don’t need to donate blood for Beta Levi," one of the male nurses handling the blood tests said, noticing Maxwell’s fatigue. "There are other elite warriors already lining up. Anyone who matches with Beta Levi can donate. You should rest and wait for our update..."

He hesitated for a moment, then added silently in his mind: even someone as strong as Alpha Maxwell might not handle blood loss in his current state; drawing from him could make him faint.

"No need. Just test it," Maxwell said without batting an eye. He refused to believe he was so weak that drawing his own blood to help Levi would be a problem. Stubbornly, he stood his ground.

The nurse had no choice but to follow his instructions. Carefully, he took a drop of Maxwell’s blood, placing it on four separate glass plates. He then added four different solutions to each plate to determine how the blood would react. Levi’s blood type was AB negative.

After five tense seconds, the nurse observed the results: the blood in two of the plates began breaking down and dissolving, while the blood in the other two remained vibrant and intact.

"W-We found it! Alpha Maxwell is a match!" the nurse exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement. Then he paused, glancing at Maxwell’s exhausted face. He wasn’t sure whether to rejoice or worry.

Levi’s condition was critical; they couldn’t afford to be choosy. Blood type AB negative was rare, and even if they tested every warrior and noncombatant in the pack, they might not find another match. There was no choice: Maxwell would have to donate his blood immediately.

"Please, lead the way," Maxwell said, his voice slightly hoarse, his back still ramrod straight. The nurse, feeling a bit awkward, had no choice but to guide him to the separate room for the blood draw.

Maxwell looked so exhausted that the maximum they could safely draw was 800 cc. Considering his height and weight, that was the limit an adult could give; any more, and he would likely faint from dizziness and oxygen deprivation.

"Alpha Maxwell, please lie down on the bed. We’ll wait for the lead doctor to finish stitching Beta Levi’s wounds first, and then they’ll wheel him over so we can transfuse the blood directly from you."

"The maximum we can safely draw is 800 cc; any more, and it could put you at risk," the nurse explained as he prepared the equipment.

He hooked an empty blood bag in the middle of the two beds, with two tubes inserted, one on Maxwell’s side, and the other on the empty bed where Levi would be placed later.

Maxwell caught the underlying meaning in the nurse’s words and asked sharply, "Is 800 cc all Levi needs? Or does his body require more?"

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